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I lost My Trouble this morning. Woke up to his lone meow, he died panting in my arms an hour later. I am at such a lose. I figured it was old age he was 16 or 17 years old. But just Friday he was living up to his name and playing like a friskey kitten in the wrapping paper.
I came into work and wish I never did. Now I'm just finishing my 8 hour day and have to go see him one last time.
I feel so bad, there was no warning at all.
Trouble got his name cause he was climbing our christmas tree when we first got him, and I yelled your going to get in trouble and I have called him that ever since.
RIP Baby, Trouble. I will miss you much Troublesome.
I came into work and wish I never did. Now I'm just finishing my 8 hour day and have to go see him one last time.
I feel so bad, there was no warning at all.
Trouble got his name cause he was climbing our christmas tree when we first got him, and I yelled your going to get in trouble and I have called him that ever since.
RIP Baby, Trouble. I will miss you much Troublesome.